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For the first time ever , a Women’s Sleep Symposium is happening — and I’m thrilled to be part of it! Ten incredible women from around the world will be speaking, plus one live insomnia survivor sharing her story. I know many of you have asked me: “How do I know if I have insomnia?” “Won’t it just disappear on its own?” “When should I seek help?” “I turned 50 — should I give up on my sleep?” “Why am I so tired, falling asleep on the couch, but the minute I get into bed, I’m w

Sunrise on Vacation Last week I woke up before the sun. No alarm. No snooze button negotiations. No “just five more minutes” that somehow turns into forty. Just… awake. I slipped out of bed quietly, pulled on a hoodie, and walked down to the beach. The sky was that soft purple-blue that only exists right before sunrise, when everything feels still and unhurried. The air was warm but light, palm trees barely moving, and a few early risers were already out walking with coffee c

(Why your body might need recovery more than escape) You don’t always need a vacation. Sometimes you just need your life to be quiet again. Not exciting. Not special. Just… quiet. Because sometimes the most exhausted version of you isn’t dreaming about a getaway. It’s dreaming about nothing at all. My friend sounded tired. Not “I stayed up too late” tired. Not “I need another coffee” tired. The heavy kind. She had just married off her son — a beautiful, emotional, high-energy

I hear it all the time. “I pulled an all-nighter.” “I barely slept.” “I don’t even remember the last time I slept properly.” And it’s said with pride. Almost like a badge of honor. Among women especially, exhaustion has somehow become proof of worth. And if I’m honest, there’s a sentence that flashes through my mind every time—one I never say out loud: I feel bad for you. This is no life. Not in a judgmental way. In a deeply human way. Because what I really want to ask is: Wh

Here’s a secret: I didn’t actually know I was blogging. A few years ago, I was exhausted. Burnout had me awake at night, heart racing, mind spinning. Some nights I’d lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling like my brain just wouldn’t turn off. I’d think, “Why can’t I sleep like everyone else?” I knew I needed an outlet, so I started writing. Pouring my thoughts, frustrations, and tiny discoveries onto paper helped me untangle the chaos in my mind. At first, it wasn’t meant

They say the shoemaker’s kids go barefoot. I guess that makes me the sleep coach with torn shoes. Even though I help people wind down, unplug, and build better nights for a living… I wasn’t exactly following my own rules. Every single night, I’d place my phone neatly on my night table. Not turn it off. Not put it on airplane mode. Just… place it there. And I told myself a very convincing story about why. “It takes too long to turn back on in the morning.” For the last couple

Your life can look calm on the outside, while your brain is holding an emergency meeting at 12:39am. That’s what was happening to Jessy. Jessy is in her late 40s and lives in Boca. She had just done something incredibly brave. She left a job with a boss who was mean, controlling, and frankly… narcissistic. For years she had worked for other people, even though she was wildly talented and always dreamed of opening her own business. Now she finally did it. She had clarity, conn

Mila came to me after devouring three sleep books and joining two online sleep solution groups. She’s a high-powered banker, disciplined, solution-oriented, and used to tackling problems herself . In her career, she thrives on logic, structure, and control — so she thought she could “solve” her sleep the same way. She followed every rule to the letter: strict bedtime, precise wind-down routine, perfect sleep environment. She measured her sleep, adjusted her habits, and even t

With winter break coming up—Yeshiva week, family trips, a little time off—you might already feel that familiar twist in your chest. For some, a break equals rest. For others, it equals travel insomnia . Take Dalia, a mom of four. Her family lives in Europe, and her parents have a cozy house in upstate New York that she used to love visiting on extended weekends. She traveled a lot, and for years, she genuinely enjoyed these trips—the packing, the drive, the comfort of her par

Amy’s baby is almost ten months old. When she reached out to me, she barely made it through saying hello before dissolving into tears. Not dramatic tears. Quiet, exhausted tears. The kind that comes  from holding yourself together for too long when everything already feels fragile. Amy is navigating postpartum depression. She’s on medication. She recently separated from her husband. She’s living in her mother’s basement because being alone with her baby feels overwhelming rig

Her voice cracked on the phone. You know that sound — when a mom isn’t just tired, but done. When she’s tried everything. When nights feel longer than days and hope feels thin. She told me about her 9-year-old son, Moishe. He’s smart. Exceptionally creative. The kind of child who can draw, cut, glue, and create for hours without stopping. His imagination is endless, his ideas nonstop. She said, “When he’s busy, he’s in his zone. He could do this all day.” But evenings in thei

It’s usually sometime after lunch. You’re not bored. You didn’t sleep terribly the night before. And yet… your eyes feel heavy, your body slows down, and sometimes you even feel a little cold or shivery. Most people fight this moment. They grab coffee, push harder, or tell themselves they’re being lazy. But what if that feeling isn’t a problem at all? What if your body is doing exactly what it’s designed to do? I once heard a story on the Joe Rogan podcast about ultra-enduran

CBT-I is often called the gold standard  for insomnia. Many people ask me, does CBT-I work for insomnia?  And the honest answer is: it depends. Some of the most common words I hear in my practice are: “I tried it… and my sleep actually got worse.” Often, when clients say this, there’s something heavier underneath: “There must be something seriously wrong with me. Maybe I’m broken. Otherwise CBT-I would have worked.” That feeling of failure is painful, but it doesn’t mean you’

(The real answers to the questions you’ve been silently asking yourself at 2 a.m.) If you’re reading this, you’ve probably wondered: Why can’t I sleep? Do I have insomnia? Is something wrong with me? Why did my sleep fall apart months after everything seemed fine? You’re not alone. These are some of the most common insomnia questions  I hear — and once you understand what insomnia really  is, a lot of the fear, shame, and frustration starts to lift. Insomnia Isn’t the Problem

This winter in Montreal  has been something out of a survival movie. It started back in November and hasn’t let up: ice storms, snowstorms, and weeks of minus-30 cold . My 13-year-old son started high school this year , and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t have a school bus that magically shows up every morning. Instead? A good 20-minute walk  — in sub-zero temps. If you had asked me in October how he’d respond, I’d have said: “He’ll bundle up, trek like a champ, an

Shaina was 29 when she reached out to me. I could hear it in her voice before she even finished her first sentence—the desperation, the exhaustion, the quiet panic of someone who hasn’t slept in a very long time. We booked a discovery call for later that same day. When she came on the screen, she looked put together. Makeup done. Hair styled. Wearing that Alo sweatshirt—you know the one everyone seems to own. If you didn’t know her story, you’d never guess anything was wrong.

December was revealing. Working with clients this month, certain patterns kept showing up again and again. Some are obvious, some are subtle, but all of them tell the same story: real change isn’t instant, and the journey is often deeper than people expect. Here’s what I saw most often: 1. The pressure of “I need this fixed NOW!” Insomnia didn’t start last night. Many clients come desperate for a quick fix, and that pressure often creates more stress than relief. For example,

Let me ask you something. When was the last time you spent 20 minutes in quiet, no music, no podcast, no phone, no background noise keeping you company? Not meditating. Not journaling. Just… being. If that question makes you slightly uncomfortable, you’re not alone. Most of us are rarely with ourselves anymore. And sleep—ironically—is the one place we can’t escape it. We’re Surrounded by Noise (On Purpose) Take a look at how easily we fill space: A shower with the radio on A

So here is the truth! The last few weeks I’ve had bad nights. Not every night, but a few a week. And here is how I know I won’t go down a deep dark tunnel: I know it’s just a few weeks. Some nights I fall asleep right away—20 to 30 minutes. Funny how we think the minute you hit the pillow you must sleep. Not true. Even for me, a sleep coach, sometimes it takes a bit. I know all about sleep hygiene. I’ve read hundreds of books, studied countless articles, and coached clients t

Yesterday, I shared the story of a teacher who heard about someone dying from insomnia. The fear gripped her, and the panic spiraled night after night. But today, I want to explore another side of sleeplessness — the social and emotional side, the part we often don’t talk about: how talking about your insomnia can actually feed it. It sounds strange at first. After all, we all want support when we’re struggling. We want someone to listen, someone to understand how exhausted w